Chapter 36: Major Bai

Staring at the frail woman sitting on the bed, wrapped entirely in bandages, Jiang Tang’s first reaction was a sense of danger, followed by an inexplicable surge of fear, and finally, a deep, rising sense of reverence.

Chants of holy hymns echoed in her mind, completely suppressing her internal resistance and bringing her to the brink of tears and kneeling. Jiang Tang struggled to remain conscious, standing stiffly in place, unable to move. She even began to hallucinate, seeing six pairs of pristine white wings unfurling behind Lieutenant Colonel Bai.

Before the child could finish speaking, Ji Citing’s long fingers reached out and forcibly hung up the video call.

Having secured the treasure, Zheng Dong meticulously searched the entire Eagle’s Nest. Confirming there were no other valuable clues, he targeted Sean and the mage as the primary subjects for his investigation.

“I told you, there is no escape.” Zhang Xun’er remained guarded; after all, this person’s origins were unknown.

“That is good.” Zhou Qi turned and left. Regardless of the Emperor’s punishment, he would ensure a sanctuary for the scholars of Huizhou today.

Lin Manrong was stunned for a moment. Her first instinct was that Ji Citing had arrived. Without a second thought, acting on pure impulse, she clutched her stomach, curled her legs together, and purposefully wore an expression of great discomfort.

Jiufang Ming suspected that a master had saved him, but he quickly dismissed the thought. The giant snake from moments ago had spoken with a human voice; it must have been a high-level phantom beast. It was impossible that anyone would offend such a ferocious creature just to save a good-for-nothing like him.

“This is troublesome.” Hou Ming frowned. Should he rush up and tell them that a monster was about to emerge from the water?

Of course, one could tell only half of the truth and hide the rest. As long as what you say is factual, others cannot hold it against you.

“Very well, I believe it should be voluntary,” General Muller said after a long silence, offering his perspective.

“Ding Hao, why are you here?” Tang Yuan saw him first. Now, he didn’t even bother to add “classmate” when addressing him.

Li Zhu hurriedly cast an observation spell. As expected, the system warned her that the opponent was not to be trifled with and that she should flee immediately.

“Understood!” “Understood!” Amidst the sparse responses, someone interjected, “Kill them all!” The exchange became completely absurd, but no one bothered to argue with Sarah Harding.

Seeing me speak, Wang Laoqi asked, “Do you want to become a full member? If you do, go down there and rescue those policemen.”

“What?” Tang Yu had heard the first half of her sentence and was about to reply, but he hadn’t caught the second half. He only sensed a hint of imperceptible tenderness in her tone, which left him momentarily dazed. He watched as the dappled sunlight filtered through the trees onto her temples, making them look like glowing jade leaves, so beautiful that he felt an urge to reach out and pluck one.

Just then, Qin Wuyang arrived suddenly. To be honest, ever since Kongkong Wuji left without a trace, Kongkong Jiuyan had been deeply worried. Now that Qin Wuyang had returned safely while her brother remained missing, she felt quite unsettled.

Yet, for some reason, as I spoke those words, a tear slipped down involuntarily. A wave of heartache struck me, a pain as sharp as ten thousand steel blades piercing my heart.

The explosive arrow flashed out, piercing his palm and striking his heart. With a loud “boom,” the arrow detonated inside his chest, tearing the man’s internal organs to shreds.

Qiu Feng looked up for a long time before shaking his head and saying, “I’m not sure what’s going on either. We can only go and see.”

“If he really is my brother’s son, even if you are the Emperor, don't dream of surviving.” Chu Yun swept a cold glance at him, threw him to the ground, and turned to face the mother and son.

Xiao Yue found a rock and sat down, waving for the two of them to join him. “Sister Hua, Wuhen, sit down as well. I’ll tell you slowly!” Qingshui Wuhen tugged at the slightly reluctant Bawang Hua, and they both sat down on a large bluestone.

Su Yiqiu rolled her eyes at him. As expected, she had overthought it; Xi Muye was still Xi Muye. How could he possibly be that kind-hearted? He was just sharp-tongued.

“Sister…” Su Yuezhe, hearing the rustling of their voices in his sleep, felt a tickle in his ears and woke up.

Who would win? Everyone at the scene held their breath. With three seconds left, Leng Yueye’s fifth strike was about to descend. The victory would be decided in this very instant.

Seeming to notice that the relationship between Huaigu and Young Master Qin was somewhat unusual, Lian Pu’s expression remained unchanged as he spoke.

Of course, there were likely other restrictions involved, but now that the true name was sealed by the aura of the Qingwei Palace, it wouldn’t have any effect on him.

His hands had a layer of light calluses, likely from years of using fitness equipment, and his fingers transferred his warmth to hers.

Gu Juexi walked silently to an area without footprints, grabbed a handful of snow, rolled it into a ball, and weighed it in her hand.

Ning Pei turned and saw Qin Qing walking in, accompanied by a fat man—the very same “Fat Brother” who had been with Wu Hua that day. As soon as he entered, the fat man winked at Ning Pei, looking as if he were saying, “I’m rooting for you.”

Lian Qingjue rubbed his forehead, but instead of heading toward the garden, he walked toward the bedroom with slightly unsteady steps.

Once inside the inner hall, Lian Qingjue and Gu Caizhi heard a series of theatrical singing voices drifting from behind the pale green embroidered curtains, the melody twisting and turning, tugging at the heartstrings.

In particular, there were several massive boulders engraved with various markings, exuding an incredibly ancient aura, as if they had existed for countless eons.

Fortunately, Feng Hu did not lack elite talent under his command. Although Vienna was a large city, City Lord Baorui had experience in governing major cities, so Feng Hu appointed him as the acting lord of Vienna, with City Lord Xinfeng assisting from the sidelines.

Before long, through Gu Hu’s frantic assault and the combined efforts of Shitian City and Mofei, the remaining dozen or so cultivators were all slaughtered.

Her gaze lingered on them for less than a second before she quickly looked away. She stared at the center of their circle, her eyes cooling and her expression turning vacant.

“Whatever. If it can increase the success rate by twenty-five percent, I’ll drink it first.” Gritting his teeth, Xue Feng downed the potion in one gulp.

Pushing all his chips forward, the big yellow dog wagged its tail, and both it and Ge Changgong looked at the dealer at the same time.